| You slash the truth and I slash your neck
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| And — bring — the circus back
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| You stink of fear, you feel my hate
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| Cause I’ll bring the circus back to town
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| Nevertheless, I’ll take your flesh
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| And for the show you’ll give the rest
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| Nevertheless, I tell no lies
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| This is the start of your demise
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| You slash the truth, and I slash your neck
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| And — bring — the circus back
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| You stink of fear, you feel my hate
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| Cause I’ll bring the circus back to town
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| Feed frenzy. |
| In this town — it’s getting bad
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| Blade falling — crown calling — demanding —
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| You’re dead
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| DEAD
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| I’ll bring the circus back to town
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| Bring the circus back to town
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| BACK — TO — TOWN
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| You slash the truth and I slash your neck
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| And — bring — the circus back
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| You stink of fear, you feel my hate
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| Cause I’ll bring the circus back — Back to town
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| I’m cold as ice
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| And now I realise that blood is richer that none
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| And now we come. |
| Blood for money is more fun!
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| BRING IT BACK TO TOWN
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| The circus back in town
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| Back in town! |